Page 132 of The Future Play

She sets down the piece of sushi in her hand and tackles me, kissing me deeply.

I think our anniversary has been a success so far.

The sushi is goneand we’re a sweaty heap tangled under a blanket.

I was planning to give Amanda a massage, but we only made it five minutes before she found a hard muscle on me that needed a massage, and well, here we are.

Combing my fingers through her hair, I soak in the comfort of her body wrapped up with mine.

“Do you have any fantasies?”

Amanda and I have anything but a vanilla sex life. We love to explore and play, and while it hasn’t happened as much recently, it’s a part of us. We’ve never done any role play, and haven’t gotten much into kinks—other than some mild breath play and spanking, but that’s barely kinky. I’m open to exploring most things with her, but we’ve never really talked about specific fantasies.

“Like sexually?”

“Yes,” I say with a laugh.

“Uh…” Her cheeks go bright red, and I poke her in the ribs.

“You do. Tell me.”

“Okay. This is… like I don’t need to act on it, but for me, the ultimate fantasy would be having a threesome where both a man and a woman were wholly focused on me.” She covers her face with her hands.

“My little praise princess. Of course you want to be the object of desire.” I kiss her neck. “And you should be.”

Slowly, she peels her hands off her face and looks up at me.

Sweeping some hair away, I meet her eyes.

“You know, if you ever wanted something like that, we could find a way to do it.”

Her eyebrows shoot up. “Really?”

“Yes. I mean, I’m not interested in a poly relationship because I could never share your heart, but for your pleasure and to embrace that piece of your sexuality… I’d do that.”

She rests her hand on my cheek. “That’s very sweet. In reality, though, I wouldn’t want to be with anyone but you. That’s like an in another life kind of fantasy… an I want to read about it in a book kind of fantasy.”

“I’ll buy you every one I can find.”

“What’syourfantasy?”

“I’m a simple man. My fantasy is always you on your knees, choking on my cock with your mascara smudged. Hm, and I guess I see you wearing heels too.”

“We can make that happen.”

She kisses my chest, and I curl my fingers through her hair.

“What’s your fantasy for life overall?”

She’s quiet for a moment, and when I look, I can see the emotion swimming in her eyes.

“This,” she whispers. “You and me together. Fulfilling careers. Still close with our friends. Living our best lives. Happy.”

I gently graze my lips over her forehead. “That’s not a fantasy. It’s our future.”

She rolls toward me, wrapping herself tighter around me. “I hope so,” she says, almost too softly to hear.

“It will be.”

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